Chapter 297

Serena’s POV The news hit me like a freight train. The driver who'd nearly killed my brother had suddenly "confessed" in prison and then committed suicide. His family in Manchester had vanished without a trace. The police delivered this information with clinical detachment, but Ryan and I knew immediately what had happened. "They're tying up loose ends," Ryan muttered as we exited the police station, his jaw tight with barely controlled anger. I felt numb, disgusted by the callousness of it all. Yes, the driver bore responsibility for his actions, but he'd been a pawn, expendable in Parker and Edward's eyes. Another life sacrificed on the altar of their ambition. The afternoon sun felt inappropriately bright against my mood as I stepped onto the sidewalk. Detective Reynolds followed us out, her expression sympathetic. "Serena," she said softly, touching my arm. "I know what you're thinking. That driver wasn't innocent." I nodded mechanically, though it offered little comfort. The drive